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SCIA VARIS: the jedi exile
NAME: Scia Varis
AGE: 34
SPECIES: Human
FACTION: Independent, former Knight of the Jedi Order
RANK: Not applicable
STATUS: Freelance for hire
HEIGHT: 170 cm
WEIGHT: 59 kg
HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown
EYE COLOR: Hazel
BRAWN:
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AGILITY:
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CUNNING:
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INTELLIGENCE:
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WILLPOWER:
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PRESENCE:
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A VICTIM, AN OUTCAST
Scia was delivered into the Jedi Order at a young age, long before memories of family or home. As such, her family manifested as those men and women and children around her along her path to becoming a Jedi. The path itself, fraught with challenges of self and perseverance, was one she ultimately met conquered into adulthood. Scia was labeled a child of war, particularly adept in realms of combat and tactics, bearing a frightening instinct in the face of battle, reading and adapting to her opponents as second nature. This instinct led much of her training, focusing greatly on the art of the lightsaber and in enhancing both her own abilities and those around her. She often found herself at the top of her class, rivaled by few and challenged by many. While these strengths were seen as potent by her masters, they recognized the dangers they provided.
This honed strength was also one of her greatest struggles; feeling most comfortable in battle, aggression often took hold and provided the greatest struggles to her advance into Knighthood. Battle entranced the young girl. Emotions were contained when able, but often, Scia found herself lost in the moment, acting and reacting with little thought. While this trust in the force was admirable, it often came paired with knee-jerk emotional responses that teetered dangerously close to the the dark side.
These struggles never really ended, and, ultimately, these shortfalls led Scia to part ways with the order in the face of her inadequacies.
She now does her best to lead her own training, trusting in the force to guide her down a path most suited to who she is, fearful that her struggles will someday inevitably lead her down the wrong path and tear down those close to her in the process.
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A CHRONICLE
i: SCIA’S PERSONAL LOG: AGE TWELVE"Master Fohn chose me to watch. He said I have a great future ahead. In all my time here, I haven't really had a chance like this.
I would love to be Master Fohn's padawan someday. I think I would be the best he's ever trained. He's been here at the temple for, like, ever. I hear he has trained a lot of Knights over the years, and that some of his Knights are the best in the entire Order. I could easily be one just like them.
He tells me that I'm really good with the training saber, but that it won't be enough for me. I need to work on other things like meditation and my senses.
If it gets me a chance to train under Master Fohn, I will in a heartbeat."
I would love to be Master Fohn's padawan someday. I think I would be the best he's ever trained. He's been here at the temple for, like, ever. I hear he has trained a lot of Knights over the years, and that some of his Knights are the best in the entire Order. I could easily be one just like them.
He tells me that I'm really good with the training saber, but that it won't be enough for me. I need to work on other things like meditation and my senses.
If it gets me a chance to train under Master Fohn, I will in a heartbeat."
ii: SCIA’S PERSONAL LOG: AGE SEVENTEEN
"I never knew my parents. But I'm no different than anyone else here.
It's a rare thing to meet someone who knows what a mother or father are. What is less rare is to clamor for it. Our masters take us from our families when we're young, and they mean well. How can we miss what we don't know? And it isn't as though we don't have people who care for us. We can see the affection in their eyes as they watch us train and watch us grow.
But as we venture into the world, on those rare occasions where we are taken from the temple and into the bustling city around us, we see what it is we're missing. We see a mother coddle her terrified child; we see a husband embrace his wife after years of military service; we see a daughter in tears as her mother scolds her for some trivial violation of trust.
We're told to empathize, to understand, to internalize, but not to feel. Feelings are dangerous, they say. The greatest of masters don't discourage it, but isn't the warning of where these feelings of envy might lead discouragement? We're told that happiness may lead to disappointment, that love will lead to jealousy, that pride will lead to hubris.
These are feelings I can't shut out. When I do well, I beam. When I catch a padawan's stare out of the corner of my eye, I blush. Shutting out these feelings turns us into robots, and I don't know that I want to live a robot.
Master Fohn has said these feelings are normal for every Jedi. That we as padawan will some day question what we are taught, and that it is normal. But these feelings are a noose around my neck, suffocating the life from me. But that doesn't change the Jedi Code, and it doesn't change the tenants by which we live. I don't want to meditate these feelings away."
It's a rare thing to meet someone who knows what a mother or father are. What is less rare is to clamor for it. Our masters take us from our families when we're young, and they mean well. How can we miss what we don't know? And it isn't as though we don't have people who care for us. We can see the affection in their eyes as they watch us train and watch us grow.
But as we venture into the world, on those rare occasions where we are taken from the temple and into the bustling city around us, we see what it is we're missing. We see a mother coddle her terrified child; we see a husband embrace his wife after years of military service; we see a daughter in tears as her mother scolds her for some trivial violation of trust.
We're told to empathize, to understand, to internalize, but not to feel. Feelings are dangerous, they say. The greatest of masters don't discourage it, but isn't the warning of where these feelings of envy might lead discouragement? We're told that happiness may lead to disappointment, that love will lead to jealousy, that pride will lead to hubris.
These are feelings I can't shut out. When I do well, I beam. When I catch a padawan's stare out of the corner of my eye, I blush. Shutting out these feelings turns us into robots, and I don't know that I want to live a robot.
Master Fohn has said these feelings are normal for every Jedi. That we as padawan will some day question what we are taught, and that it is normal. But these feelings are a noose around my neck, suffocating the life from me. But that doesn't change the Jedi Code, and it doesn't change the tenants by which we live. I don't want to meditate these feelings away."
iii: SCIA’S PERSONAL LOG: AGE TWENTY-TWO
"I struggle.
Oh, I struggle. I can sense the anger and fear each and every spar, now. No matter how hard I work to suppress the heat boiling inside of me, I can't. Today, I trained with Master Fohn, a man who has been a father to me for damn-near my entire life. The day he chose me to be his padawan was the greatest day of my life. He has taught me to embrace who I am and how to walk the path of a Jedi all the while.
He says I have made a Knight to be enviable of, but as we sparred, I couldn't stay my hand. I felt my blood boil in my veins each time he deflected a blow or broke through my defense, and as he did, I felt my reactions quicken, my blows strengthen. I could feel my veins burst with adrenaline as I turned his counters and parries to my advantage and as I cornered him in the hall.
I knew what drove my hand.
I knew it wasn't purity or peace, but rather fury. But in the heat, I couldn't stop.
Meditation helps, but only after the fact. What if I can't stop myself in a real battle, where lives are at risk? What if those around me lose their lives because I lack the calm mind needed to shape the tides of war?"
Oh, I struggle. I can sense the anger and fear each and every spar, now. No matter how hard I work to suppress the heat boiling inside of me, I can't. Today, I trained with Master Fohn, a man who has been a father to me for damn-near my entire life. The day he chose me to be his padawan was the greatest day of my life. He has taught me to embrace who I am and how to walk the path of a Jedi all the while.
He says I have made a Knight to be enviable of, but as we sparred, I couldn't stay my hand. I felt my blood boil in my veins each time he deflected a blow or broke through my defense, and as he did, I felt my reactions quicken, my blows strengthen. I could feel my veins burst with adrenaline as I turned his counters and parries to my advantage and as I cornered him in the hall.
I knew what drove my hand.
I knew it wasn't purity or peace, but rather fury. But in the heat, I couldn't stop.
Meditation helps, but only after the fact. What if I can't stop myself in a real battle, where lives are at risk? What if those around me lose their lives because I lack the calm mind needed to shape the tides of war?"
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ARSENAL
Scia excels on the battlefield, and most facets of battle have been honed to a sharp edge. She is notoriously quick on her feet, adaptable, and cunning in the face of nearly any type of enemy. Scia struggles a great deal more with interpersonal relationships, and while her capabilities as a leader in war bear few peers, diplomacy has always been a shortfall.i: LIGHTSABER
Scia favors Jar'Kai, applying two sabers to combat in order to further overwhelm an opponent with daunting speed. However, she is nearly as proficient with a single blade. From this style, she favors combat in either forms IV or VII, with frequent support in form V to further enhance her saber prowess. Her quick and frequently aggressive approach to battle is one that she has relied on much her life but frequently worried her more disciplined Jedi counterparts.
ii: ARMORFORM IV, ATARU:
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FORM V, SHIEN:
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FORM VII, JUYO:
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Scia wears a deep blue long coat that conceals plates of hidden light-duraplast over vital organs in order to offer minor protection to blaster fire. This armor is kept relatively thin and sparse in order to offer some defense while detracting little to none from mobility.
iii: GEAR— B-23 Interceptor (Blaster Pistol)
— Datapad (custom-built, wrist-mounted, modified for slicing; includes comlink)
— Macrobinoculars
— Stimpacks (2)
— Dataspikes (5)
— Respirator
— Improvised Probe Droid (powered by small repulsorlifts; about 20cm in diameter with a 2km signal range)
iv: IMPLANTS— Datapad (custom-built, wrist-mounted, modified for slicing; includes comlink)
— Macrobinoculars
— Stimpacks (2)
— Dataspikes (5)
— Respirator
— Improvised Probe Droid (powered by small repulsorlifts; about 20cm in diameter with a 2km signal range)
— CVA2 Implanted Cyberjack (permits direct interfacing into terminals; includes a harness at Scia's neck; interfaces with a neural implant linked to her visual cortex)
— Utility belt & hip harness with extended storage space
— Utility belt & hip harness with extended storage space
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SKILLS & ABILITIES
i: FORCE ABILITIESHEAL: Outside of pain suppression and simple manipulation of her own internal systems, Scia shows minimal proficiency in the healing arts.
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ENERGY MANIPULATION: Scia shows some proficiency with energy manipulation as a defensive tactic, shielding herself to outside forces or hiding her force presence when little else is at her disposal.
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MENTAL MANIPULATION: While more invasive manipulation is far from a stength, Scia has a great deal of experience within the realm of subtle manipulation. Most of these abilities enhance stealth; she might reduce her presence in the minds of those around her, making her less noticeable, or even make those who have seen her forget that they had. She might occasionally push on the emotional states of those around her, but this primarily falls within the domain of battle meditation and requires strict focus.
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SENSE: Between preternatural reflexes and her keen sense of what is occurring around her, it is little mystery as to where her martial prowess originates from.
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ACROBATICS: Quick on her feet, able to cross magnificent distances in but a blink, Scia is a creature of dexterity. She is capable of magnificent aerial and ground feats.
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STATUS EFFECTS: A simplified take on battle meditation, Scia becomes entranced in battle instinctively boosting the combat effectiveness of those around her. Those in close proximity find themselves invigorated when fighting beside her, faster, stronger, more aware. This ability requires that Scia be completely engaged in the fight at hand, and outside stimuli, stress, or distractions can break the effect.
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TELEKINESIS: Not a particular strength, Scia's ability to move is more of an embellishment to combat than it is a centerpiece.
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TRANCE: Since leaving the Jedi Order, Scia holds meditation as a cornerstone of her daily routine. The applications are many, but the only outstandingly useful one is a more traditional take on battle meditation, extending the influence of her trance to affect broader battlefields.
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PILOTING: A skilled pilot, trusting in the gifts of the force and the natural talent these afford. While she is not dedicated to a life in the cockpit, she is formidable.
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SLICING: A top-grade slicer, there are few who can hold a candle to Scia’s ability to bypass security systems or access protected networks. She claims to have always had the ability to do so suggesting perhaps more at play than an acquired skill.
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MECHANICS: Similar to her strengths as a slicer, Scia is formidable with all things mechanical. She can make quick repairs on the fly and maintains her personal probe droid, one built ground-up on her own.
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STORIES UNFOLDING
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